Red Mosquito

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:They weren't in charge of anything other than a makeshift zoo. That's not very... Impressive? We have three dogs. I could change my name to Chris Canine and start a dog rescue, but I don't

They are all multi-millionaires and have harems and drugs and armies of homeless meth addicts.

Nobody is paying to see your dogs.

Yes but I'm in charge

We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who, during the eruption of Vesuvius, died at his post because they forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one thing that can not be taken from a man.

Mickey wrote:Fisher tended to view the act of critique as generative, a getting-outside-oneself. It really shows through in his essays on film and music. He killed himself because he had severe depression. Pretty good book though.

Will they be new friends of "truth," these coming philosophers? Very probably, for all philosophers hitherto have loved their truths. But assuredly they will not be dogmatists. It must be contrary to their pride, and also contrary to their taste, that their truth should still be truth for every one—that which has hitherto been the secret wish and ultimate purpose of all dogmatic efforts. "My opinion is MY opinion: another person has not easily a right to it"—such a philosopher of the future will say, perhaps. One must renounce the bad taste of wishing to agree with many people. "Good" is no longer good when one's neighbor takes it into his mouth. And how could there be a "common good"! The expression contradicts itself; that which can be common is always of small value. In the end things must be as they are and have always been—the great things remain for the great, the abysses for the profound, the delicacies and thrills for the refined, and, to sum up shortly, everything rare for the rare.

Mickey wrote:4chan, yeah.

simple schoolboy wrote:

Mickey wrote:4chan, yeah.

Or, how I learned to love egoism and stop fearing the spook.

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